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So, picture this: I’m on the beach, waves crashin’, and I spot this chick—total whore energy, but I mean that as a compliment, kay? She’s rockin’ this skimpy bikini, struttin’ like she owns the sand. I’m like, “Yaaas, queen, do you!” Reminds me of when Toni’s dad crashes that party—zero shame, just vibes. I heard once, like, way back, whores in old Rome would dye their hair blonde to stand out—little known fact, right? Wild! Imagine me, Kim K, blonde and savin’ lives—iconic.

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

King's Cross trains removed from departure boards early to stop people rushing